Hidden Truths

Chapter Three ~ Brush With Death

"I thought I wouldn't see you again Toni," Arthur said, the same smirk plastered on his pale features.

"Forgive me I've been, preoccupied," he explained, dropping his sword and pulling his axe off of the deck.

"Likewise," Arthur tilted his head forward, a sign of respect. The smirk still hadn't left him, he was too amused. With his sword in hand though, he looked like a force to be reckoned with–and oh, he was.

"Well then," the Spaniard let a sly grin onto his face as he said the next words, "shall we?"

"Of course darling," Arthur chuckled darkly, he looked at the body at Spain's feet and chuckled again, before raising his sword.

Antonio waited, remembering what Pablo said about how before he let his anger get to him, he was amazing. So Arthur, with his matching temper, swung forward. Instead of attacking though, he dodged it. Arthur grunted in frustration, but Antonio, Antonio was enjoying this. He wasn't any less angry though, on the contrary, he was furious.

After some more missed hits Arthur spoke, his words as foul as ever.
"You bloody Spaniard, fight like a man!"

Antonio just smiled cheerily, he had made a plan, a plan that was sure to work. With every missed hit he got closer and closer to the ledge, hoping to catch Arthur off guard and put him out of his misery, and maybe chuck him into the crashing waves while he was at it.

"What's up with you?" Arthur asked, more upset than before, he was also starting to lose his breath though. "Your brother hurt you too much?" he asked, trying not to seem as tired as he was. Antonio wasn't answering though, Arthur needed to do something, and quick. He needed to provoke the older.

"You afraid you won't be able to get back to that brat of yours if you speak to poor old me? Maybe you think you'll waste your breath," he 'thought' out loud, "don't you need to get him flowers everyday? Don't you think that's weird? He isn't even your brother," he smirked. Antonio was holding his breath. "What was that name you called him," he thought, "your tomato?"
Antonio lost it. Lost it.

"Don't bring him into this!" he swung his axe so it cut Arthur's leg. The blonde nation squinted in pain, but was happy to see his old 'friend' was back.

"You treat him like your kid no? Isn't he like 60 now?" he chuckled as he made a cut in the Spaniard's arm.

"Thirty two," he growled through clenched teeth. Maybe he could still use that plan.

(I kinda changed his age^)

"Oh, I see, isn't that pedophilia then Toni?" he asked, Spain was still successfully luring him closer and closer to the ledge. Then with one swing of his axe, Arthur's hand was on the deck, but his body wasn't.

"It's not like that Arthur," he said, out of anger, because clearly, it wasn't like that.

He felt no need to decapitate the captain, since what good would that serve him? Arthur was immortal just like him, so having him swim for his life with one hand would have to be sufficient. Besides, it was getting late. The tales of the Tomato dragon weren't going to tell themselves.

At that note, Antonio told the remaining members of his armada to start heading back to Spain.

It took about two hours, since they weren't too far away from their port, and Antonio instantly teleported to his casa, hoping maybe a little someone was awake. (There was a headcanon about how they could teleport, and that makes this easier, so).

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